[Event] Pumpkiller

[npcsofmana]

Who: A very big and magical Jack-O-Lantern and you
What: A giant pumpkin is trying to take over Domina... or something like that.
Where: West Domina, past the residential area
When: Day 33
Other: Likely some violence. Check the post for more info and ask any questions here.




At least, that's what the usual mail pelican is frantically squawking about on the front steps of home with her feathers going everywhere as she flaps her wings.

And.... there are some very disconcerting dark clouds gathering around Domina that haven't yet started intruding on the sky around Home. Perhaps this merits some checking out.

To those that venture forth, they'll notice that Domina is eerily quiet as they step into it from the road. Both Domina's tavern and inn seem empty, which is a strange thing in itself. Anyone who's visited the town regularly will have noticed that those two places, for good reason, are often the most lively places in town.

Just where has everyone gone....?

Comments

[green_jesus]

[Nerfed right up the *ahem* and all, Thrall still had a mission to get to.

Doomhammer felt super heavy in his hands, as he swung it with as much force as he could muster. Pumpkins went flying as he thrust a palm forward, but instead of the flame shock or lava bolt he was so fond of hurling in the middle of battle, a quiet answer on the wind was nothing to be seen.

That's when the pumpkins dogpiled the shaman, throwing Doomhammer up and over into the crowd where it slammed into the cobblestones.

Thrall roared angrily, kicking and thrashing. The worlds once mightiest shaman, reduced to flailing.

This sucks.]

[farseer_alastirra]

[Despite the fact that it basically landed at her hooves, Alastirra knows better than to try to pick the Doomhammer up. We're not worthy, as Wayne and Garth would say.

That does not stop her in the least from grabbing the fist weapons she does possess, and charging into the fray with what look like a pair of katar in her fists.

Don't think she's not flailing just as much as the World-Shaman. She's just doing better because she has hooves and horns along with those fists, and she's not afraid to use them.

A female Draenei's war bleat cry is very distinctive.]

[green_jesus]

[Good thing too, because at the moment, Thrall was cursing in Orcish as he threw a couple of pumpkins off him, bringing a meaty fist down on another.]

Endless I say! Pah!

[He still needs more rescuing though.]

[farseer_alastirra]

[Well, the Farseer is doing her best. Which, considering she's not Lightning Bolting or Lava Lashing or what have you, is pretty good. Seven hundred years of life should be good for something, after all...]

I am coming! Try to hang on!

[what are you saying Alastirra you can't heal him after all this...

Maybe she has bandages.]

[green_jesus]

They're not menacing, just persistent!

[Throwing off a pumpkin, Thrall growled as he let out a orcish war bellow as he started trying to mash pumpkins left and right.]